I think it’s a generational thing, I find as I grow up I share less views with my parents that are just accepted to a younger generation. I’m sure when I’m older the younger generation will have views that shock me, but I hope I can keep an open mind.

Yes, I agree about the love point, I think everyone has the capability to love, but maybe have suffered so don’t want to open their hearts to love again. I can be accused of that, but I think it’s a natural human instinct to want to protect ourselves from hurt.

When I was growing up the whole street knew each other, and as I moved house I found not all neighbours knew each other – I found it really strange! Oh no, I’d hate to have a sadist as a neighbour, I don’t think mine are bad, I just don’t know them.

I miss…
1. Racing home from school, throwing my pushbike on the ground and tearing inside to watch the cricket with my Dad (I’m an Aussie)
2. Long summer days riding my bike with the other neighbourhood kids.
3. Getting into bed with my Mum when I feel sick in my tummy (it always made me feel better)
4. Getting up at 5am on Christmas mornings knowing there would be presents under the tree for me and I had no idea what they were.
5. Waiting for the final bell on the last day of school before summer holidays started.
6. Waiting for my Dad to come home after his fortnightly visit to town because he always bought me a new book.